Fire And Desire By Alcione02

TW:VIOLENCE, HARDCORE AND BDSM Sophie Hill believed that marriage would be everything she dreamed of. She thought marrying the man she loved would make her life perfect, but she was mistaken. At nineteen, she married her soulmate and moved away with him. However, five years later, he broke the one rule she had set: DO NOT CHEAT! Sophie could endure his abusive behavior and remain a submissive wife for both him and her stepdaughter, but infidelity was where she drew the line. After escaping from her abusive husband, she crossed paths with Vincenzo Bianchi—the devil himself. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he would never let her go; she was the spitting image of his late wife! ******** “I… I hate you,” those words rolled off Sophie’s tongue as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. A sad smirk curled up Vincenzo’s face as he heard her, before the tip of his naked dick pressed against her lingerie. “What do you want from me?” she shouted at him, not caring that he was the most dangerous man in the city. She attempted to provoke him, but her words only turned him on even more. He loves feisty girls who made love with violence. Looking at her, she seemed so fragile, but he was willing to let her go. He wanted her willingly! Some called him a sadist, but he was a dominant who loved when she submitted to please him. However, this one was different… she was feisty, but not in a good way. She wouldn’t surrender herself to any man after walking out of an abusive marriage. Would Vincenzo be able to get Sophie to submit to him? Would Sophie be willing to compromise her beliefs, values,to satisfy the devil?

With a shift, I let my dress slip from my shoulders and fall to the floor, revealing the lingerie beneath. Nathan's eyes darkened, as closing the small distance between us, his lips claimed mine in a possessive kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, both hungry and tender. Then, slowly, oh so tantalizingly slowly, he backed me toward the bed, his kisses travelling down my neck, across my collarbone, before they moved lower still… ~~~ FBI Agent Brianna Hart had always wanted Nathan Pierce, her stepbrother, and for several years they had been lovers, but circumstances forced them apart. When Brianna returns to her former job within the FBI, she finds Nathan married. When he once again becomes her team leader, Brianna tries to maintain a professional relationship with Nathan. But after a tragic accident takes the life of Nathan’s wife and unborn child, Nathan seeks solace within Brianna’s arms. Old feelings flare to life between them, and both struggle with the undeniable sexual attraction between them. Brianna's heart is torn over her love and need for the newly widowed Nathan, while he grapples with the loss of his family and his re-awakened feelings for a woman he never quite let go of.

Vanessa was treated badly by her husband and in-laws, hoping that someday they would treat her well. It was not the kind of treatment that she got, but a divorce. Vanessa has returned to the family. What they didn't know was that she was the heiress of the Hector family, a very wealthy family. But after the divorce, why did her step-brother become more aggressive towards Vanessa? "Stop saying we are family. You and I don't share the same blood at all." Andreas cornered Vanessa. The deep look in his eyes had left her speechless.

Pinaghiwalay sa masakit na paraan ang magkababatang si Marcus at Jessie. Ngunit sa kanilang paglaki ay muling pagtatagpuin ng tadhana ang dalawang pusong nangungulila sa isa't-isa. Makikilala pa kaya ni Marcus si Jessie kung iba na ang katauhan nito at ang alam ng binata ay patay na ito?

I don't believe in fairytale. I don't believe in happy endings too. To me, anything that involves freedom is a myth. Love is a strange word, something I sought for ages but only got slapped back in the end by the strong fume of hatred that surrounded me. The only thing that can end this pain is death, mine or my abuser's. And either way, I was prepared. ~Ellen Oliver ~ *** His hand roamed my body possessively, his gaze penetrating me with lust and hunger, his finger finding its way to my core. His voice, gruffly and nasal, filled my ear with a disturbing hunger. "You are mine. Mine alone. Mine to touch, mine to keep, mine to fuck. All of you, Omega. I own all of your goddamn body. You are my pleasure toy..." *** Rejected by her mate and forsaken by her pack, Ellen Oliver endured massive humiliations and tortures because she was believed to be a cursed wolf, and like an icing on the cake of her misery, she happened to be an Omega too. The hell, she was the weakest Omega. After losing her mother due to a forced labour to produce her, Ellen was hated by even her Beta father whom one would have expected to naturally love her. She felt life couldn't get any worse for her, as her survival depended on how well she pleases and entertained her tormentors. But there was a revival.. a revival she never expected nor believed and it came with a change that had her tormentors on their knees, at her feet. ..

They say love is blind. But in a world like his, blindness is a luxury. Aurelio De Luca. A devil. He doesn't believe in love — to him, it is a beautiful lie. He alone is the truth — and the truth is brutal. Cold. Calculated. To him, emotion is nothing more than a weakness. Until her. Snow. The moment he laid his eyes on her, something stirred within him — something dark, wild, and utterly uncontrollable. She doesn't make him soft — she makes him want. She's everything he isn't. Everything he doesn't want. Pure. Innocent. Her beauty haunts him. Her smile torments him. Her beauty? A curse. Her softness? A poison. She makes his body burn with a desire he cannot extinguish. She's everything his world has poisoned. He's never been this out of control. Aurelio is bound by a contract — a cold, unyielding rule that forbids him to fall in love. She doesn't understand the rules. She doesn't understand that to fall for him is to play with death. But she wants him — her desire becoming a threat to him and the entire Italian mafia. But Snow, like fire burns with an untamed desire — a desire he can't contain. He doesn't fall in love... But he's about to fall into an obsession. No, not fall. He's walking into an obsession.

As long as Princess Kaliya remains untouched and undefiled, she will continue to serve as a symbol of peace between the wolves and the goddess. Her fate is sealed: death untouched. Alpha Cody, from the bloodline of the gods of lust, doesn't believe there could be a woman that does not desire to be fucked. Obsessed with claiming the 'untainted maiden of the Moon', Cody will stop at nothing even if it means endangering his marriage with Kaliya's cousin. But seducing Kaliya comes with huge consequences threatening the balance between the South and the North wolves. Can Kaliya resist this Alpha's temptations or will she succumb to his desires and risk everything?

Azrael Morthon, a young billionaire and a business tycoon. He was dubbed as the devil incarnate in the business world. Mas naging malupit pa ito nang mamatay ang pinakamamahal nitong babae, at wala man lang itong nagawa para maligtas ang babae. Kaya nang ilibing si Aingelle ay sumumpa si Azrael sa puntod ng babaeng mahal niya. ''I'll make them pay, Ain. I will. Pinapangako ko `yan sa `yo.'' Puno ng galit ang puso ng binata. He will not spare a soul for his revenge. Ano kaya ang kayang gawin ni Azrael para sa ngalan ng paghihiganti at pag-ibig? Mahahanap kaya ni Azrael ang mga salarin? Na siyang dahilan kung bakit nawala ang pinakamamahal niyang babae. Kung mahanap man niya, makamit kaya niya ang inaasam na hustisya? Paano kung mahulog ang loob niya sa babaeng naging dahilan ng kan'yang pighati? The same woman who killed his precious Ain. What if Ain was alive?

What do a charming vampire professor and an intimidating alpha werewolf have in common? Nothing. Except a forbidden desire for a forbidden girl. *** When Layla Dele is invited to Nox-Luminis Academy, a prestigious school for supernaturals, she thinks she could finally have an escape from her terrible life. But all of her hopes are dashed when her powers, which she had no idea existed, are unleashed and her real evil nature emerges. Now she has two options: learn to harness her untamed powers to fight in a war she knows nothing about, or die. Dejected but not willing to give up her life, she chooses to study but is determined to prove she isn't a beacon of evil. But how can she focus when distraction comes in the form of a strange, magnetising connection with two extremely handsome men? The elegant vampire professor, the reason for her current predicament, whose innocent yet sensual touch and genuine assurance that he would protect her make her knees weak. And the gruff alpha, who rejected her as his mate in front of the whole student body but is extremely protective and shows his tender side only to her. Her heart feels like it knows them. Why does she feel so strongly for men she knows she can't have? And is she really the malevolent, evil creature everyone keeps calling her? Is there more than meets the eye? If there is, what is her role in the scheme of things?    

Warning... or Invitation? That choice is yours. This isn’t a fairytale. This isn’t about sweet kisses beneath cherry blossoms or soft smiles under the stars. No. This is raw, This is reckless, This is “Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire” A collection of BL short stories carved from lust, laced with obsession, and kissed by chaos. Each chapter stands on its own, a world where strangers become addictions, roommates cross lines, enemies blur into lovers, and the line between want and need snaps without warning. These men don’t fall in love. They fall into temptation. They crash into each other like lightning against the sea, loud, unforgiving, and beautiful in their destruction. You’ll find no gentle romance here. Only the ache of fingertips brushing where they shouldn't, the weight of glances held too long, the gasp before the plunge. This is for the ones who know love isn’t always tender. That sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are the ones written in bruises and longing. This is for those who crave stories that leave a mark, who don’t flinch when desire gets messy, when hearts bleed a little before they beat as one. Not for the faint-hearted. Not for the clean-handed. This is for the bold, the brave, the ones who dare to touch the flame even if it burns. So turn the page. Step into the fire. But don’t say I didn’t warn you--- Because once the embers catch, they never go out.